Sunday Sonnet

Today’s poem is by Lisa Jarnot. She’s another Buffaloian & studied with Robert Creeley at the State University at New York at Buffalo (the reason I went to UB, although I was immediately sidetracked by the great local music scene Buffalo had in the late 1970s). She received a MFA from Brown University, where she worked with the poet Robert Duncan. She currently lives in Queens, NY. In addition to writing poetry, she is an avid gardener. She is currently going to seminary to become a minister. Her poetry is filled with color and life. I never get tired of reading her words.

References

Jarnot, Lisa. “Stein Meat Work”. The Reality Street Book of Sonnets. Edited by Jeff Hilson. Hastings, Suffolk: Reality Street Editions, 2008. poem found on page 316.

Saturday Caturday

It is downright cold here in Buffalo. I have gone through plenty of chilly Memorial Day weekends before, but this is one of the coldest in recent memory.

The cats are curled up together to stay warm.

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Đinh Trường Chinh | a verse composed in sleep (32)

Best poem of the day

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By Đinh Trường Chinh, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

 

Daily, I live through a tug-a-war between my right and left brain / amongst the mundane programmable numbers, the mathematics, an idea for a portrait or a few lines of poetry. thus.

 

there are verses formed in the middle of composing a poem

a verse just there amongst the dishes

a verse popping out of nowhere during a drive

a verse exiting the wrong exit

a verse composed during a stroll through Paris

a verse born from an escape across the border in Rạch Giá

a verse listening to Leonard Cohen

a verse high on Phạm Duy

a verse pondered through the phở

a verse sprinkled over a napkin

a verse drenched in the shower

a verse watchful on the internet

a verse wandering around the neighborhood of an afternoon

a verse rushed waiting to pick up…

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Sunday Sonnet

Sunday Sonnet returns with a poem from Robert Frost. I think that as American poets go, Robert Frost is probably our finest craftsmen & you can’t go wrong studying his poetry.

“Acquainted With The Night” is from The Penguin Book of the Sonnet: 500 Years of a Classic Tradition in English, edited by Phyllis Levin. You can find the poem on page 171.

This poem is best read out loud.

References

Frost, Robert. “Acquainted With The Night”. The Penguin Book of Sonnets: 500 Years of a Classic Tradition in English, edited by Phyllis Levin. NY: Penguin Books, 2001.

Why I’m Almost As Excited As Joe Biden About That New Pickup Truck…

It’s funny, the other day, I was listening to two men talk about how they would “never” drive an electric vehicle. They may not have a choice, if they are still driving in another 10-15 years. This truck sounds fabulous! The whole plan sounds great!

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Unlike President Biden, I certainly do not consider myself a “car guy.” No way. I want a car that’s reliable, safe, with air conditioning for the summer and a heater for the winter. That’s it.

Why, then, am I so excited about the newly introduced Ford-150 pickup truck?

Because this is a story that combines several happy elements—good old American ingenuity, the importance of immigrants in our nation’s life and future, and real potential advances in both creating good new jobs and enhancing our efforts to protect the earth from climate change.

Here’s a clip of the President behind the wheel of the all-electric Ford-150 “Lightning” pickup truck—after he’d addressed UAW workers one day before the Lightning’s formal introduction. The truck is wrapped to hide its new exterior prior to that public showing.

He said in his speech that if he could “lose the Secret Service,” he hoped to drive the…

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Saturday Caturday

Unlike the previous days of this week, today is cool & cloudy. I am happy for that, since I am not a fan of hot sunny days, but the cats are complaining that there’s no pools of sunshine for them to lie in. Bobby is especially expressive with his grievances. However, I cannot change the weather. They will have to deal with the lack of sun for today.

photograph © polly macdavid 2021